Laughing Medusas

When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking. ~Helene Cixous "The Laugh of the Medusa"

Thursday, April 15, 2004

Your Return 

I woke to a soft caress this morning, fingertips lightly brushing against my shoulder. I could smell that scent that is distinctly you, a mix of your sweat and cologne, the smell that took three washings to remove from my sheets and still lingers on my comforter. I turned to face you, grateful that you had found your way back to my bed. Anticipating your arms, your skin, your mouth against me, I turned to face you and rolled into that familiar ache of emptiness when I saw nothing and realized that even the touch of my hand in the morning evokes memories of you.

posted  @ 10:35 AM

Tuesday, April 13, 2004


the door is open
i want to shove you off
your crying perch
the bars that confine you
are nothing when there is
an undone latch

jump and fall
the wind will catch you
along with the sobbing sparrows
and the flirtatious finch
pick up your life
care for yourself as a new born babe
merely sustained by a mother's love
soar above the petty failings
the misgivings and drudgery of
the vermin below

for they know nothing
of that which you contain
oh make the latent
into glorious kinetic
run your new born fingers
across the landscape of the globe
taste the flavors of the sweetest juice
it is all any can do

you have some 30 odd years
to glide at the peak of humanity
there is no pain, no sorrow
that should keep one from jumping
In looking back, want nothing for regret
and keep all for cherished memory

the sky is waiting Ranee
loose the chains
kick off the cage
and fly

- Adetoun
posted  @ 7:34 AM

The Dogs 

some years of revolution
still swimming in my head
at books all filled with dogma
the father long since dead
states and planes and dreams
of apocalypse made real
the strong thrust of mortality
knipping at my heel

keep back you dogs of insolence
you know not what you chase
i'll outrun you lazy mongrels
as you strive to keep apace
in a dying hope for freedom
i lay my weapons down
for none on earth shall need them
when a key to peace is found

for nothing is so stenchful
than the blinding binds of hate
which makes all souls revengeful
and calls them to their fate
so chase me on you canines
I fear not your lusty jowls
go catch those other bastards
who ignore the children's howls

- Adetoun
posted  @ 7:32 AM

Monday, April 12, 2004

Looking Back 

When I remember my past loves, I do not remember the the things they were most proud of... I remember instead the scar on his chin he tried to hide with a goatee, the soft layer of baby fat that made her soft and pliable in my hands, the way her left breast hung just a little heavier than the right, the dark hair on his chest and stomach he vowed to have waxed when he had the extra cash, the way she would sometimes snort when she laughed, the moles that dotted his back, the fact he could never remember that my doorknob turns the wrong way. The things that made them human are the things that made me love them and the things I will always remember.

posted  @ 6:38 PM


I am the one you cannot help but come to
even when you know you shouldn't
even when your honeymoon wasn't quite over
even when your wife begged you not to
even when she offered to do the things I do for you
even when she blamed herself
even when she knew your disgust was with yourself and not her
even when she threatened to leave
even when she left, pleading that if you would stay with her - she would stay with you
even when she came back because she couldn't live without you
even when she said she'd rather die than live like this

even now
as she lays in the bath her life flowing out of her filling the tub, wondering why she was never enough, knowing it was not your fault and believing that somehow she could have prevented it all

posted  @ 12:43 AM


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